The little red light finally turned blue
forming a low-lying kitchen-bound glow
and allowing the wily old-frame window
to reveal new trees with high-flying foliage
a promise of possible nutrition on the horizon
while a slow war of attrition did begin to unfold
between some who shun the so-called good news
in responsible fashion as counselors might imagine
and others who openly attribute the entire bad affair
to untenable fares on the many lines of public transit
as well as to troves of oh-so tempting illumination
of un-certain rivalries.
-Charles A. Perrone
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